Tuesday night a few of us said "see ya later" to a friend who is moving to the other side of the world. Goodbye's are always strange. I found myself walking home in a whirlwind of poetry. Laying in bed later on, determined to write something-- anything-- down, but too tired to turn on the lights and take to paper, I grabbed my iPhone and started typ-typing away. This is the result.
Bittersweet because had you all not said your goodbyes to other people in far off places, you'd have never met each other. The conversation over pizza and the beer and wine, which has to be drunken or tossed before tomorrow morning, seems to flow the best it's ever flowed. You learn more about one another, and becoming acquainted was never so effortless. No one wants to be the one to finally get up to go, because she knows the others will follow suit. First throwing out the paper plates, then accepting your offer of taking the tiki torches home, and finally slipping the shoes on and exchanging hugs. That hug means goodbye for an indefinite amount of time, but definitely a long amount of time. You give me your blue colander. It's my favorite color. I give you a five dollar bill. Thanks for the pizza. We all gradually migrate into the hallway and wish you safe travels, and then it's out into the warm, spring night. Each our own direction. And life's carrying on just as it was in this place.
I didn't say it was good. I said it was important. <3 br="">3>
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